DISORDER JOURNALS

FRIENDS.

So! Party Friday evening. In the air. Yes, I'm charming a floating bar and we're all using broomsticks, obviously. I was going to volunteer Angelicia's place, buuuut in light of recent events it'll just be in Wimbourne above the roof of my building instead. I'm sure between all of us we'll have enough brooms for people who don't have one (but why don't you have one?). If you bring your omnoculars you'll be able to catch the Wasps game from that height, too, although you'll probs be too drunk for that.

Oh yeah and Chief Safety Officer Alicia is putting up a net or something.

THEA.

How do your Saturday evening plans look?

GRAHAM.

Hi.

DADDY.

Is Ian a Death Eater too? Mum? Why didn't you tell me my best friend was one? HOW MANY MORE OF MY FRIENDS ARE SERVING THE DARK LORD AND WHY AM I THE LAST TO KNOW?

LAYLA.

Your friends must be having a field day.

PURIST FRIENDS.

We should start a drinking game for everytime someone gets mad about someone saying the word 'mudblood.'

Wow, I can't believe the world ended five years ago today. Time flies.

whichever one of you delusional losers went around hanging up nott posters today, you're wasting your time. tinworth is never going to elect that idiot, no matter how many temper tantrums you throw here.

ORDER

so ang and i ran into a death eater in our building putting up nott posters. we're both fine, we're not hurt and we put out the fire but the one of our neighbors is trapped in his flat. there's runes on his door. can someone plz come help?